Finishing Move

With the Christmas season approaching, the North American Continent was starting to see the first signs of winter. However, the breeze from outside the window behind Geraldson was nothing compared to the surging chill in front of him.

The cigarette on the corner of his lip was still burning faintly, spreading their ashes in the air. Shaking off the ashes was the last thing on Geraldson's mind, for he was staring intently at the stairway at the other end of the corridor.

The corridor was covered in pitch-black darkness. The steady sound of footsteps was slowly inching closer toward Geraldson. Each dull footstep seemed to beat into his heart.

Geraldson instinctively reached for the gun on the inside of his shirt.

It was a Beretta M9, measuring 217 millimeters and weighing only 0.96 kilograms. Its muzzle velocity was 333.7 meters per second with an effective range of 50 meters...